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IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

Good morning, residents! Did you sleep well? You're going to need all the energy you can muster because congratulations: You're parents! Again! The Paradisa Stork has paid some very lucky residents a visit last night, and even moved them to a more kid-friendly environment.
Some of you may already recognize your little bundle of joy and--my, how they've grown! Others will have to get acquainted with their little rugrats. You may not know them, but they certainly know you. By they way? They're bored. And hungry! And they want all the attention you could possibly give them.
It's going to be a long week.
(ooc: Use this as a catch-all post! This will be the only mass post for the Sunny Skies Retreat, so you may use it for any day that you'd like. Feel free to make your own posts and/or sections whenever you'd like!
SECTIONS: BEDROOMS | PLAY ROOM | PETTING ZOO | POOL | GARDENS | THE CASTLE)
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He'll notice Eagle-kun sitting on the other bed, which he assumes is Mariko's. Geez, the castle was really playing this up, wasn't it? Weiss and that F-15 plush both?
He'll manage a small laugh. Playing something like this up would almost feel out of character, but maybe playing along might help him in the long run. He'd rather remember this than... two weeks ago.]
I hope you remember those aircraft designations too.
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But then, she wonders if the girl has the potential for a Persona...]
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I remember Eagles! Like him! [She pointed at Eagle-kun at the bed]
Oh there's another one, but I forgot what the name is... Uhm...
[She grabbed a sketch book from her backpack to quickly scribble it]
It's wings could move!
[She shows Larry what looks like an F-14... with a smiley face]
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That's the F-14 Tomcat. We'll make a pilot out of you yet, kid.
[Or at least the most knowledgable six-year-old about jets, anyway.]
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[She's just playing along. She has a theory in mind that she wants to talk to Larry about immediately, so she came up with an excuse to get Mariko away from them for a bit]
Are you done with your breakfast, Mariko? Go get cleaned up we'll go to where you want.
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[Mariko leaps out of the chair and grabs her backpack to head to her bedroom. She was running like the typical kid, full of energy]
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Are you thinking the same thing as I am?
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About having to put on a show for the kid until this is over?
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But care to let me in on this 'theory' of yours?
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Those who went along with their roles seem to have been spared for the next event. Which got me thinking, playing the roles given to us might be our way back home.
The castle seems to possess a mischievous sense of humor, always toying with it's residents and revels in their reactions. So perhaps if we weren't giving it what it wants, perhaps it would bring us back home...
[Somehow the thought of going home made her feel upset deep inside. She glanced at Pixy and the door to Mariko's room]
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[He shakes his head.] But as far as being spared of 'events', it could be a sound theory. An unlikely one, but possible none the less.
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I suppose this could be another chance to test out my theory. So, are you with me... honey? [She said that in a deadpan expression while fiddling with the ring on her finger]
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I guess it could be worth testing out. Though I'm not sure you could pay me enough to play on it to its fullest extent, dear.
[This was going to be the strangest faux-relationship ever. What were they getting themselves into.]
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Good. Now we are in agreement... darling.
[She extends her hand for a handshake. Because this is strictly professional, goddamit!]
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[Mariko comes out of her room with a flight jacket similar to her father's. It has the 66th Air Force Unit emblem on the back of it... but the hellhound looks more like Clifford the dog. She stopped when she saw Mitsuru reaching her hand at her dad.]
Are you going to kiss her hand? [:3]
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[Phew. Then he'll finally getting to shake Mitsuru's hand, giving her a brief look that almost said 'what have we gotten ourselves into?']
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Well then, let's go. Show us the way, Mariko. Your father and I would be right behind you.
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Okay!
[She puts on a monocle, and a deerstalker. Then she takes a toy magnifying glass from her flight jacket's pocket. Mariko giggles to herself when she opened the door]
We're on the case!
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He'd make a remark about the inability to keep up due to his leg, but his eye happens to catch a crutch propped up against the far wall. He gives a bit of a sigh.]
Guess I don't have an excuse to get out of this after all, huh?
[This whole 'father' thing is going to be absurdly weird.]
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Hmph. Yes. Come, I'll walk with you.
[Mitsuru puts the bag on her shoulder and looking like a total mom. She walked with Larry to the hallway where Mariko was skipping away]
I wonder where she got the fascination for detectives. [Mitsuru smiles, she seems to kinda like this 'mother' thing.]
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Kind of you.
[Ugh. He never expected that he'd be stuck using one of these things. It was almost a shot to his ego, really. Having to hobble along on a crutch because of the condition his right leg was in...
When they were out in the hall, he'll glance over at Mitsuru.]
Not me, certainly. Guess she got ahold of a book about it if she didn't get it from you.
[He'll watch after Mariko then, catching sight of that patch on her jacket. ...he was torn between being amused and just perplexed.]
... I wasn't aware they made a child version of the Galm team's patch.
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I noticed. It is an amusing take if I say so myself.
[Weiss then followed immediately behind them, bumping against Larry's crutch before tailing his new favorite human Mariko]
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